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SECOND BOOK IS ON MY PROFILE: Death Is My BFFLAD (Best friends for life and Death. please don't ask me anymore what it means hahaha)

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~Death~

I was free falling from one of the tallest buildings in Chicago.

Again.

“Kiss my ass old man!” I called from behind me and threw my arms to the side when I was twenty feet from the cars below. I swooped up, flapped once, and weaved through another street before curving back upwards against the rain.

I morphed my cloak into a tight bodysuit to increase my speed.

There was no doubt he’s chasing me for that one, I thought to myself. If there was two things’ he didn’t like to be called it was old man and old piece of shit.

The second one was really just asking for it.

My fingers brushed against the mirrored building as I whipped past and I laughed out loud that none of the people inside could see me.

Then I felt the piercing whistle in my ear. “Land or I’ll light you on fire,” a deep voice seeped into my mind.

“Make me, oh wait, it's raining outside good luck with that,” I shot back with a secrete smirk underneath my completely covered face.

I felt a powerful heat strike my back and I hissed out in pain. The black material surrounding my body absorbed most of the heat and distinguished the burning-hot flame.

“Thanks for that. I thoroughly enjoy getting fireballs thrown at me while I'm 500 feet off the ground.'

"You said and I quote, "Make me." So here you go," a velvety voice responded.

Don’t try too hard. Don’t want to get a hernia.We've already re-plenished your AARP card twice because you're so ancient," I shot back at him with an inner snicker.

I veered away from the building. He could see me? I cringed my head up as I glided over a massive building to see a pair of dark wings a little more than fifty feet above me as well as two hands containing balls of fire. “Shit!” I muttered and sped up to my maximum. There was no way I was getting hit with two of those.

The muscles in my wings protested and screamed for me to slow down.

I could sense him as he dove towards me.

“This is going to be painful,” I muttered and flew straight towards the highest building I could spot. I pushed for speed so I wouldn’t lose momentum. I had to land.

I neared the building.

I was only ten feet away.

I forced my body upwards.

I glided, belly inches away from the building’s windows and flew up the walls, my head facing the sky. It was extremely disorienting. I finally reached the top of the building, pushed off the edge with my hands, jumped twenty feet and landed in the center of the building, running off the momentum.

I fluttered my wings once, shaking the water off of them and then turned around, waiting for him to crash into me painfully and possibly throw me back off the building. But he wouldn’t hit me, he knew he loved me.

I’m just a lovable person…

“False,” a booming voice spoke from behind me and then felt the top of the cloak yanked completely off of my head. I almost jumped out of my skin from the closeness of his voice.

“How the hell did you beat me here!” I burst out and grabbed the material from his hand. It had changed into a skii ask as I flew and was slowly stretching back into a hood. I pulled it out and held it to my neck until it latched itself onto the rest of my body suit, then I shook out my shoulders, allowing the fabric to come off of my body and melt back into a baggy cloak. I felt stronger, more alive as the material created a invisible shield around me.

“Are you done fixing your attire?”

I covered my now rain-soaked hair with the hood and scowled at the man across from me, who stood with his own cloak, except a dark red. “Now I’m done.’

“Pull it back down.”

“No.”

He barked out a laugh. “You know I’ll just pull it down myself. Don’t be rude. We both know why you don’t want it down.”

I yanked it down, allowing the hard rain to mess up my hair. I lifted my eyes to the sky and cursed the clouds that created rain.

The man in front of me let out a cold, angry laugh, his blue eyes dimmed by the dark storm clouds. He pushed his wings into his back and stopped in front of me when I slightly stiffened from the closeness. I shut my eyes.

“Don’t try to resist me.”

“I’m not. Just got some water in my eye is all.”

He grabbed my chin and forced me chin straight. Our eyes locked. “Tell me everything you told her and maybe I won’t throw you off the building again,” he threatened, his sharp ocean eyes piercing into mine.

I chuckled.“You know threats get you nowhere—“

He let go of my chin and jabbed a finger in my face. “This isn’t about you anymore. It’s about us. You can’t just leak all this shit to her and expect her not to say something to the light Angels. She’s bound to meet with John again. Or Gabriel. Just one slip, one mistake, one look in the other direction and they have the upper hand!”

I shoved away from him and wiped the rain from my face. “I have this under control. She wears my mark. You know she does! I can see it clear as day every day, reminding me of my duty. They can't even lay a finger on her without me knowing and slashing their throats. They have to get through me to get to her.”

He snorted. “I want every detail of what you told her. Leave nothing out,” he said sternly, brushing me off completely.

I clenched my jaw for a long moment and then told him everything I explained to her about my life before being an Angel, before falling.

“Nothing about me?” he asked with a hint of a smile. “I’m incredibly offended, son. After all these years—“

“I mentioned you. Made you sound like an ass actually. There’s not much to say. I can’t really throw around the word ‘Devil’ without girls running away,” I laughed. “It was so damn difficult do describe how the person who broke into her house and pretended to be John was you. But that's besides the point. John? Really? Out of all the Angels you choose that polo-wearing loser? I think the story worked out well. She sympathies me greatly. We made-out. It got steamy.”

His face stayed blank. “You’re pulling my leg. The way you look now? Did you at least take the lip ring out you dumb shit? Did she touch your face?”

“Nope.” I popped the ‘p’ and looked away from him. “It’s fine. She didn’t seem to put two and two together...again.”

“Did you shave?”

I smiled and scrubbed my jaw. “I’m a hound dog as usual. It didn’t get that messy any who.”

“Did you face the mirror?”

My eyes widened for only a moment, enough to make him look like he was going to erupt. I put my head back and covered my face with my hands. “Crap. I—well I might…have forgotten about that. She tried to get me to face it…we made out…I think she forgot…” I scrubbed my hand down my face and locked onto his burning eyes.

“How could you forget something like that?” he questioned, his voice shockenly calm. It wouldn’t last if I continued being snarky. “You have to erase her memory,” he concluded, his hand on his chin.

“I don’t think she saw me though,” I continued. “I think she was too distracted by what I made her reflection do. I can alter the way her soul looks since she has a part of mine.”

“You’re soul?” he asked.

“No. Jesus’ soul you numb nuts, of course my soul!”

“Are you positive?

“I made it wink at her. If I was a nineteen year old girl most likely my reflection winking at me would make me piss my pants.”

He snickered. “It already does.”

I scowled at him. “Har-har you snide bastard. I’m tattooing you one day. See how you like it. It’s going right on your forehead. A nice big di—“

“Shut your dirty mouth. Get some rest. Eat up,” he interrupted and patted my back, looking up at the rain. We started to walk to the edge of the building.

I groaned and semi-whined, “You know I can’t. I haven’t collected enough energy. I’ll sleep the entire day and won’t stop eating sugar. I’m like a freaking Pmsing teenager when I don’t get my souls.”

He didn’t laugh. “Well maybe you should have thought about that before you fooled around with Faith,” he snapped, and finally wiped off his drenched face. “You better not be planning some shit to mess with her mind. I’ll ground you.”

I hid my laugh by non-challantly rubbing my nose. Ground me. Like he would do that…

“I’ll tie you to a cross in your room while I go out to a club,” he explained, his ancient blue eyes dancing with amusement. “Again.”

“Don’t be absurd. I’m a good boy. I’m not planning anything.”

He rolled his eyes. “You’re favorite holiday is next week. Pumpkin day.”

“I’m aware.”

We held eachother’s gaze. He was implying I was planning something. “Don’t ruin it,” he finally said. “She’ll freak out if she finds out. She’ll go even crazier that you're already making her. We promised her Mother we wouldn’t do that.”

I frowned. “You really think she’d go crazy if she saw my face?” I asked with a bit of curiosity.

He shrugged. “Stay away from mirrors. Stop wearing the lip ring. Stop using your lines around her I noticed that the other day, and stop…” he motioned to my body, “Manipulating her, playing with her mind like it’s on a string. She’s just a girl. Don’t be one yourself.”

“What lines? Is that some sort of joke because of my face you little fu—”

"Watch your mouth." He slapped me on the head and then gently grabbed the back of my hair. “Keep your poker face on,” he said and pushed me towards the ledge.

“Don’t do it,” I warned him with a heated look. “I’ll get you back old ma—“

He gave me a rough shove off the ledge with a laugh.

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